.I'm standing on this corner.
Can't get their attention.
Facing rush hour faces turned around.
I clutch my stack of paper, press one to a chest,
Then watch it swoop and stutter to the ground.
I'm weary with right-angles, abbreviated daylight,
And waiting for a winter to be don.
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